This week’s prompt: “strange/stranger/strangest.”
It’s the strangest thing when you realise you are losing control of your body when it begins to operate independently of all directions you give it.
Stranger still when it defies all attempts to behave in a more acceptable fashion.
So on Friday night the strangest thing happened.
My body found itself accommodating a virus, which fought with me tooth and nail for the next 12 hours.
The toilet and I became very good friends as we familiarised ourselves every thirty or forty minutes thereafter. Thank goodness an excellent use of the used ice-cream tub has been invented, as I would have been lost with out mine.
The strangest thing of all was that once the process of evacuation finished, who’d a thought your stomach could hold as much as it did, all I did was sleep.
Now I rarely sleep more than 30 minutes during the day should I require a nap. But on Saturday I slept most of the day, which I know worried my nearest and dearest.
To me it was strange that all my bodies’ energy was sapped from me leaving me a lump upon my bed hour after hour. Stranger still that I was happy to remain in that state.
Strangest of all was thinking my body is a finely tuned vessel of action and activity, most days, but these past few days it has languished at the mercy of a minute virus that has upset it so much.
There you have it. I will most likely fall back into my bed and languish some more, sip on my flat lemonade and await the comforting words of those who love and care for me.
Strange things happen don’t they, stranger it should happen to me; strangest that it happened on a Friday??